Whiskey and Velvet Nights

The moon’s a silver dollar, hanging in the sky,

A quiet toast to dreams that passed me by.

The night’s a worn-out jukebox, playing soft and slow,

And every note reminds me, of a love I used to know.

Oh, whiskey and velvet nights,

Where shadows dance in pale porch lights.

The heartache lingers, it bites, it bites,

Oh, whiskey and velvet nights.

Her laugh was like a fiddle, sweet and sharp and true,

But now it’s just an echo in this empty room.

I traded gold for gravel, diamonds for dust,

Now every sip I take is laced with rust.

The bottle hums a low refrain,

A melody of loss and pain.

Oh, whiskey and velvet nights,

Where shadows dance in pale porch lights.

The heartache lingers, it bites, it bites,

Oh, whiskey and velvet nights.

The piano’s whispering secrets, keys worn thin,

It knows where I’ve been, oh, where I’ve been.

The twang of regret, like a string pulled tight,

Plays the soundtrack of my lonely night.